She was very wet and the rim of her vulva glistened generously with her lubricant. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. Hey! he called to her. One night, she said, bowing her head. The ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back and she worked it relentlessly with her soothing thumbs until the knot all but disappeared. With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. The high cut of her bottoms made her legs look longer, the halter pulled her breasts up showing just a shadow of cleavage. All of the women wore them where I grew up. Each breath I took filled me with the musky aroma of her sex. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages.